To touch a falling star, shrieking havoc
As it plunges through a fragile atmosphere
-keening, blazing, incandescently running amok,
Until, rending protesting oxygen, it falls clear-
Is suicide. Madness! Creates one helluva shock
It screams up your arm, your brain, fear
Fully yelling,"Duck you idiot! Duck!"
You dont, of course. It would be sheer
Stupidity on my part to think of you as wise
Woman you never care to look out
for yourself. It's become a game
Charades. Russian roulette cannot exercise
As much attraction as this, there's no doubt.
It's become your one way ticket to fame.
